Wang Wei
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
At the retreat in Wang Changlin.
Changjian
Here, in a clear deep lake, the hidden place is just a lonely cloud.
The moon in the middle of the pine forest is shining like a husband.
Maoting has a thick shadow, and the peony garden gathers moss particles.
I also want to reject the secular, and the western hills Luan crane gregarious.
Taohuajiang
Xu Zhang
A faint flying bridge separates wild smoke,
Ask the fishing boats on the west bank of shiji.
Peach blossoms follow the water all day.
Where is the cave in Qingxi?
rivulet
Chou-yu Cheng
Lying between grass and flowers
There are sleepy red dots and immature green.
It's like Wan Li flowing through thousands of centuries.
On the line where my melancholy eyes are best suited to stay.
Like a fallen fence
Like a ribbon wrapped around the bottom of my little garden.
When I walk, you hold my shadow like a corridor.
When I take a nap, you are my dream road.
Dreaming of the ancient cold and the barrier of distant mountains
I dreamed that the girl was leaning against the lamb, and snowflakes were drifting across the grassland.
Moreover, at that time, I was a cuckoo.
Dreaming that spring will not come, I have nothing to say for a long time.